. Il monaco e il boia figlia di tutta l umanità, con la quale mi dearlylove. La Chiesa è in verità il mio belovedmother, per i miei genitori morti in myinfancy anch'io, potrebbe avere perirono senza carehad ella non prese pietà di me, alimentati e vestita meand allevati me come suo proprio figlio. E, oh, whathappiness ci sarà per me, povero monaco, whenI am ordinato e ricevere gli ordini sacri come priestof il Dio Altissimo ! Sempre penso anddream e cercare di preparare la mia anima a thathigh e sacro dono. So che non può mai beworthy di questa grande felicità, ma faccio hojieto essere un onesto e sincero sacerdote, ser

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. The monk and the hangman's daughter. all mankind, whom I dearlylove. The Church is, in truth, my belovedmother, for, my parents having died in myinfancy I, too, might have perished without carehad she not taken pity on me, fed and clothed meand reared me as her own child. And, oh, whathappiness there will be for me, poor monk, whenI am ordained and receive holy orders as a priestof the Most High God ! Always I think anddream of it and try to prepare my soul for thathigh and sacred gift. I know I can never beworthy of this great happiness, but I do hojieto be an honest and sincere priest, serving Godand Man according to the light that is given fromabove. I often pray Heaven to put me to the testof temptation, that I may pass through the fireunscathed and purified in mind and soul. As itis, I feel the sovereign peace which, in this soli-tude, lulls my spirit to sleep, and all lifes tempta-tions and trials seem far away, like perils of thesea to one who can but faintly hear the distantthunder of the waves upon the beach, V.. UR Superior, Father An-dreas, is a mild and piousgentleman. Our brotherslive in peace and harmony.They are not idle, neitherare they worldly nor ar-rogant. They are tem-perate, not indulging too much in the j^leasures ofthe table — a praiseworthy moderation, for allthis region, far and wide — the hills and the val-leys, the river and forest, with all that they contain— belongs to the monastery. The woods are fullof all kinds of game, of which the choicest isbrought to our table, and we relish it exceed-ingly. In our monastery a drink is prejaared frommalt and barley—a strong, bitter drink, refresh-ing after fatigue, but not, to my taste, very good.The most remarkable thing in this part of thecountry is the salt-mining. I am told that themountains are full of salt — how wonderful are the works of the Lord ! In pursuit of this31 antr tf)e Ji^anjimans Dau2|)tet. 32 miueral Man has penetrated deep into the howelsof the earth by means of sha

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